Saturday, October 8, 2011

A sleepover at the Wastelands

Hello fellow Zompacolypse followers!! And Greetings from the morgue!!

Remember back in the day when you would have a slumber party, make a fort out of sheets, grab a flash light (with nearly dead batteries, of course), and tell ghost stories all night until you were too scared to go to sleep?

Well we do!!

And tonight we are going to do just that!

So grab your PJs, go get you a flashlight, and meet us at the Wastelands right when the moon is rising. Cuz tonight we're gonna get our ghost on!

Darkfallen's favorite childhood scary story

"Humans can lick too!"

A nine-year-old girl took her faithful dog to her room one evening when her parents tucked her into bed before they left, telling her they'd be back late and that as long as the dog was with her, she'd be safe. So she settled under her covers as they left and drifted off.

Later she woke to a peculiar sound: dripping in the bathroom. Drip...drip...drip...She figured the faucet was leaking and reached down by her bed. After a moment she felt her trusty canine friend lick her hand and knew she was alright. She rolled over and went back to sleep.

Some time later she woke again and heard the rhythmic dripping in the bathroom. She swallowed and reached down for the dog. She wished Daddy would come home and fix it; she hated being alone. But her dog once again licked her hand, and so she settled down to go back to sleep.

The third time she woke, she listened for her parents but could hear nothing but the dripping. She realized it was making her uncomfortable and rose to go to the restroom. The dripping got louder and louder with every step. Drip...drip...drip...

She heard something behind her, but assuming it was the dog following her, she went to the bathroom and flipped on the light. Then she saw the shower and screamed.

Hanging in the shower curtain was her dog, skinned, his blood dripping to the floor. Drip..drip...drip...She saw the mirror, and there, scrawled in the dog's blood, was the message, "Humans can lick too." She looked past the blood when she saw something in the dark behind her...a figure moving closer and closer, with a knife in his hand dripping blood on the floor. Drip...drip...drip...

Greta's favorite childhood scary story

"Me Tie Doughty Walker"

The was a haunted house where supposedly, every night, a bloody head fell down the chimney. At least that’s what people said. So nobody would stay there overnight. Then, a rich man offered two hundred dollars to whoever would do it. And a boy said he would try if he could have his dog with him. So it was all settled. The very next night the boy went to the house with his dog. To make it more cheerful, he started a fire in the fireplace. Then he sat in front of the fire and waited, and his dog waited with him. For a while nothing happened. But a little after midnight he heard someone singing softly off in the woods. The singing sounded something like this: “Me tie dough-ty walker…” “It’s just somebody singing,” the boy told himself, but he was frightened. Then his dog answered the song! Softly and sadly, it sang: “Lynchee kinchy, colly molly, dingo dingo….” The boy could not believe his ears, His dog had never uttered a word before.

Then a few minutes later, he heard the singing again. Now it was closer, and louder, but the words were the same: “Me tie dough-ty walker…” This time the boy tried to stop his dog from answering, he was afraid that whoever was singing would hear it and come for them. But his dog paid no attention, and again it sang: “Lynchee kinchy colly molly dingo dingo…” A half-hour later the boy heard the singing again. Now it was in the back yard, and the song was the same. “ME TIE DOUGH-TY WALKER!” Again the boy tried to keep his dog quiet. But the dog sang out louder then ever: “LYNCHEE KINCHY, COLLY MOLLY, DINGO DINGO!” Soon the boy heard the singing again. Now it was coming down the chimney and yelled: “ME TIE DOUGH-TY WALKER!” The dog sang right back: “LYNCHEE KINCHY, COLLY MOLLY, DINGO DINGO!” Suddenly a bloody head fell out of the chimney! It missed the fire and landed right next to the dog. The dog took one look at it and fell over–dead from fright! The head turned and stared at the boy and slowly it opened its mouth and screamed…” AAAAAARRGGGHHHH!!!

Remember... there's nothing to be frightened of.... or is there?

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Ummm so things you need to know about me....I read almost constantly. Lets just say it calms the OCD. While you might think OCD translates into a crazy clean house, think again. It doesn't! But gawd help ya if you put dishes in my dishwasher without scrubbing them first. LOLZ
I seem to only final peace in the madness, so it's safe to say that I send most of my time in a state of chaos. Don't get me wrong it is a control chaos, but chaos none the less. So if you have minute, pull up a seat, sit on the floor, and stay awhile. Don't worry if you ever fear that your getting lost in my world, trust me it happens, I have a life vest around here somewhere. *looks around the rubble* Where did I put that thing?
He he he see what I mean? Chaos;)